My Seinfeldian Post Office

I swung by the post office the other day with a simple plan in mind. Grab stamps from the machine and send off my birthday thank-you notes.

I get there, and one machine is out of service. Bummer.

I go to the other machine. Also out of service. Bummer. And, really, both machines??

I look at that little automated postage center, and see Mr. Ebay with 3 large baskets of packages that need to be weighed and stamped one by one by one by...you get the idea. He was so serious about his work he had a glove on his left hand. I'm not sure what purpose this served....but I knew he meant business.

I look at the long, 15 person line to get stamps.

I look around for Jerry, Elaine, George, and Kramer.

I leave the Post Office with jack squat.

Argh.